something super lame

my friend robin had no ride home from dowtown lastnight. she asked, and i gave her a ride. instead of going straight home, she wanted to go to a party. so i went to the party with her, around 8th and sumner. the house was a wreck. the people there were young, drunk, and ghetto. i say ghetto in that they were all white, but they all thought they were black. and sure enough, it took only a few minutes before a fight broke out. one guy cold cocked another guy who was minding his own business outside. mr innocent dropped like a bag of potatos, out cold. then there were friends of his at his defense and more punches were thrown. my friend pinky got hit. pinky is a big guy. he doesn't like to be drawn into this kind of stuff and is big enough to put a stop to things pretty quickly. some of the thugs were at a distance just taunting pinky, who by now had a group around him holding him back. there was a lot of tension. eventually a bunch of people left, claiming to come back with guns.

come back with guns? come on! that is the lamest, LAMEST thing ever. freakin' white boy thug gansta wannabes! :shakes head in disgust: it's rediculous. SO rediculous. pinky decided to leave, just in case the group did come back. i left shortly after as well. robin decided she wanted to stay. i don't know why, but that was her call and i double and tripled asked.

stupid, petty squables that break out into fist fights? a glorification of the gansta life? wtf? are you not mature? can you not act your age? have you only half a brain?

i'll stop before i get angry. if you ever find yourself in this kind of situation, get out of it. wannabes are, more often than not, more dangerous than the real deal. cheers . . ..